“You ought to be,” he said; “you play up to it well. But it’s not that that would have brought me here. I’ve got an object.”
“Want to make me promise to leave your adopted nephew in peace?” she asked.
“Oh, Pauline’s taken hold again,” Grimshaw said. “You aren’t going to have another look in.”
“Oh, I’ve had all I want of him,” she said. “She can have the dregs.”
“That’s a pretty appropriate word at present,” he said. “A good word for Dudley—dregs.”
“What the deuce do you mean?” she asked. “Anything happened to Dudley?”
“You’ll hear when we get to Bushey,” he said. “I’ll tell you when we pass the fifth chestnut of the avenue.”
“What the deuce is it?” she asked.
He answered merely:
“Ah!”